This is a song about "Bitches that hate"

That i run errands for these bitches quickly

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Without a doubt, a sure-fire way to get your mother fucked

Know she tripping, hate it when bitches acting different

Why is it that you hate me?

But i think i like that, just maybe

Party with bitches that throw parties too much

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Go bust that bitches head open

You'd wish that you were dreamin when i reap and dispell hate

It's way too lateand if i got to die young then it's just my fate

While y’all foreplay i punt that, four downs

To the words commin goutta that bitches mouth

Why more hate?" that word is too strong

Cause the sound lasts longer, bass drummer song